The Cost of Revenge, Part I

My blood ran cold when my grandpa told the story you’re about to hear of moral laws broke by great grandpa, that would bring all involved to tears. It was one day in seventy-eight, I was a young buck of eighteen, I felt in love, it had bit me tough, as it so often does to teens. He sat me down then he looked around to ensure that we were alone, Then said to me, “Mick, don’t ever cheat, it brings pain that you do not know.” I felt unnerved when I head those words, you don’t talk with grandpas this way, but he looked stern, and would speak his turn so he started then to explain: “To me, my pa was just like a God, and the neighborhood thought the same, A lawyer rich but like that he’d switch to a family man, kind and tame. “Was filled with cheer, always volunteered when it was needed at the church, seemed like a saint, our only complaint, was that he spent much time at work. “He did things right working late at night, mama said he did it for us. it would be years before all was clear, and I understood the true cause. “I turned fifteen and an awful scene greeted me one day after school. My ma just cried my father had died struck down by a heart-attack cruel. “The whole town mourned we all felt forlorn, a great hollow that none could fill, but dad left cash quite enough to last, so at least could we pay the bills. “The funeral was so very full, but I saw, strangely, near the back a youngish girl, in familiar curls, maybe twelve years of age, if that. “My mind was piqued, and I went to seek whoever could this child be? But a woman led the little one away from the sad scene quickly. “I shrugged it off, focused on the loss, the ceremony was so grave. We buried dad, and we all felt bad, leaving him in the earth to lay. “At the right date I did graduate, first high school, then from college too. I got hired to design tires, for an auto company new. “It had good pay, and I soon did date, that was in nineteen thirty-four I met a girl with familiar curls, not knowing I’d seen her before. “She was quite tall, no blemish at all, with eyes a cerulean blue, And I fell hard, she shined like a star, all the world seemed hopeful and new. “So we got drinks, I could barely think, not long before I felt her hand dance in my palms, I was so turned on, her touch would bewitch any man. “And yes, I know they all say go slow, but by then the die had been cast, was my first time, and I paid no mind to the thoughts of moving too fast... CONTINUES IN PART TWO.